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Finding Love	By : angelinasway Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 2601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
Willow was checking the crossbow as Ms. Calendar brought some more wood over to the table where Xander, Tom, and Cordelia were whittling stakes. Buffy was vigorously chopping vegetables trying to get ready for parent teacher night and Giles was buried in a book as he read up on Saint Vigeous.
“For three nights the unholy one’s scourge themselves into a fury,” Giles read aloud, “Um… culminating in a savage attack on the night of Saint Vigeous.”
Xander shook his head and jokingly asked, “Does anybody remember when Saturday night meant date night?”
Cordelia snorted and rolled her eyes, “You sure don’t.”
Buffy wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand sighing and looking at Willow, “So parents are arriving in an hour. Okay…um…banners are in place, the lounge is comfy.” Buffy chewed on her lip trying to think, “What am I forgetting?”
“Punch,” Willow added helpfully.
Buffy looked at her friend eyes widening comically. “Punch, I need punch?”
Tom grinned at his frazzled girlfriend’s outburst as Buffy met his eyes and blushed. She had been doing that a lot today. He winked at her licking his lips, and was delighted to watch the way she clenched her thighs together from his actions. He knew exactly what she was thinking about and couldn’t help the cocky smirk that graced his lips.
Cordelia groaned looking at the half-finished stake, “Guh! My fingers are cramping. How long have I been doing this?”
“Three minutes,” Xander answered looking at her incredulously.
Cordelia looked at Giles and Buffy firmly ignoring Xander, “So, can I go? She’s not gonna need that many stakes anyway… I mean if there are as many vamps as this guy Spike said it should be over pretty quickly.”
Everyone in the room glared at her, but Tom’s icy glare made her shudder and hold up her hands in neutrality and focus on Buffy. “I’m still rooting for you on Saturday.” Cordelia paused, “I’d be there myself but I’ve got a leg wax.”
Buffy rolled her eyes turning to Giles. Her Watcher nodded his head before she turned to the group eyes deadly serious. “I’m not waiting for Saturday. We’re going in tonight.”
“Bu-Buffy…Do you think that’s such a good idea?” Willow asked. She was worried about her friend. Buffy had been running nonstop since Snyder told her she was in charge of parent teacher night, and she knew Buffy was exhausted.
“I’m not going to sit around and wait for them to come after me.” Buffy said meeting Tom’s eyes and nodding her head. “Plus, Tom is really worried about Spike and after last night’s demonstration, I don’t think we want to risk what could happen if we lose him.”
“What happened last night?” Cordelia asked confused.
Xander who was well aware of Cordelia’s little crush, took it upon himself to shatter her dreams. He smiled sneering at her, “Turns out Dead-boy wasn’t such a prince when he didn’t have a soul. He disciplined Spike with torture and rape to get his obedience.”
Cordelia looked even more confused, “Who’s Dead-boy?”
He looked at her blinking several times before frowning in disbelief, “I’ve called Angel Dead-boy at least a dozen times in front of you. How do you not know this?”
“Pfft, I ignore you half the time Xander. How can you not know that?” She sighed looking at him in surrender, “So why do you call him Dead-boy?”
Every eye in the room turned and looked at Cordelia like she had sprouted horns.
“You can’t possibly be serious.” Tom muttered.
“Oh she is,” Buffy snorted before turning to Cordelia. “You do realize Angel is a vampire, right?”
Cordelia’s mouth dropped open then snapped shut with an audible click, “Are you telling me I’ve been crushing on a vamp, and nobody bothered to tell me?”
That was all it took Tom and Xander shared an amused look before both collapsed in a fit of giggles. However, before either of them had a chance to start in on the insults Doyle walked into the library.
“Tom, we have a problem.”

Luck was defiantly on Buffy’s side tonight. Parent teacher night had gone off without a hitch. Buffy was happy to find out that her grades had dramatically improved in the past two weeks, so much so that her teachers actually had some nice things to say about her. It was amazing how much more focused she was, since she joined Willow and Tom’s tutoring sessions. Tom had also been a dream, helping her improve her French to the point where Mr. DeJean no longer thought she was an imbecile.
Mr. Snyder had been Buffy’s only concern. That was until she watched in amazement as her mother told the little troll off. It was the most luck she had had in a very long time, and that’s why now she was more than a little nervous, especially after Doyle’s warning. Slayers weren’t supposed to be happy. Hell, they weren’t even supposed to be lucky, and she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t either of those things right now. The past two weeks had been the most amazing in her life even with Snyder breathing down her neck, and she was so very scared all of that was going to be ripped away.
Doyle had said she wasn’t supposed to go anywhere near Drusilla because there was too much of a chance that she would lose. He said he saw her death at the hands of the dark vampiress and the Powers could not risk Tom losing her. Spike was another one the Powers were not willing to lose, but Doyle had implied there was more to it than just saving Tom from himself. He said that Spike was important to their plans and that no one was to harm the Slayer of Slayers.
It was funny in a not so funny way that Tom’s Uncle had been the one to best two of her predecessors. What was even more shocking was that he had done it fairly. The Slayers Spike had gone up against had been battle-hardened Slayers, both of which had more years of experience than even Buffy had right now, and the real kicker was there had been no games. Nothing in the books had suggested the confrontations had been anything other than an honorable fight amongst true warriors who were on different sides of the proverbial spectrum.
It was amazing how that little bit of information made saving Spike that much easier. She could even admit she respected him for his accomplishments, even though the reason why, was beyond her. She guessed it was because he hadn’t used the tactics that so many other of his kind had used. He hadn’t tried to ambush the Slayers, or kill off their families, trying to break their will to live. He had gone in with nothing more than a set of fists and fangs, only using weapons when necessary, and both times he had come out on top.
Buffy wasn’t sure if he was a genius or just incredibly stupid, but she was certain of one thing. His reasons for seeking out Slayers could only be attributed to him being a vampire that thrived on violence as much as she did and like her, he loved an impossible challenge. It was almost disappointing that tonight she wouldn’t be facing him. Almost being the operative word, because right now she was also eternally grateful that she wouldn’t have to face him. Especially since they were about to go up against an unknown amount of vampires, one of which was as crazy as the Mad Hatter and could also use thrall.
Their plan was simple. Get in, kill as many vamps as possible, find Spike, and then get the hell out. Unfortunately, Buffy knew from experience this wasn’t going to be as simple as it sounded. It never was, but thankfully, she wasn’t alone. The entire gang was here as well as the one person she needed the most. Tom was like a solid presence at her side giving her strength; she didn’t even know she needed.
Angel was also here having overheard Doyle’s warning. He immediately offered to distract Drusilla for Buffy and even as disgusted as she was with him right now she couldn’t deny that she was grateful to know he was still on her side. The scoobies were armed to the teeth prepared for the fight. Doyle, who would wait outside, volunteered his apartment as a possible place for Spike to recover and also a place for anyone who was injured and needed bandaging.
Buffy inhaled a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. She closed her eyes stretching out her senses to feel how many vampires they were dealing with. “I got twenty.” Buffy whispered to Angel.
Angel nodded, “Close. There’s twenty-three.”
Tom murmured, “Protego.”
“Wow…What was that?” Willow asked as she felt the magic surround her like a blanket.
Buffy looked at Tom questioningly and he shrugged, “Shield Charm.”
She raised both eyebrows smiling slightly, “Useful.”
“I thought you’d like it.” He grinned winking and squeezing her hand.
Buffy then turned to the factory kicking open the old metal door. She stalked in like she owned the place dusting two vamps in succession before jump kicking one into a far wall.
“I know I’m early.” Buffy quipped locking eyes on the Anointed One and smiling sweetly. “But I just can’t resist a party.”
Tom was following close behind. His wand was drawn and sparks of magic were shooting right and left as he took out three vamps. Two more charged him and he fell into a fighting stance replacing his wand with a stake. A crossbow bolt whizzed by his head imbedding itself into one of the vampire’s heart, rendering the creature to dust.
Tom didn’t have time to see where the bolt came from because the other vampire attacked. He blocked the first blow but the vampire was quick rocking him with a right hook to his jaw. He stumbled back and Buffy was there the next instant staking the vampire. They both heard a blood-curdling scream before a female vampire jumped onto Buffy’s back.
Angel reached Drusilla, just as she was about to sink her fangs into Buffy’s throat. He tossed her off nodding at Buffy and Tom. “Go find Spike. I got this.”
Drusilla sneered at them all before focusing on Tom, “You do not belong in the sunshine.”
Tom glared at her but ignored her comment as he did a quick check on his friends. They were all fighting bravely. Willow and Xander were holding their own against two vampires as Giles used his crossbow to dispatch three from a distance. Angel was fighting Drusilla doing his duty by distracting her. Their numbers were dwindling quickly, but Tom knew he needed to take out the leader or else this would all be for not.
His eyes focused on the child-vampire sitting on a thrown like some king. He pulled his wand shouting, “Incendio.”
Buffy watched in awe as the Anointed One burst into flames. All the vampires turned in horror giving Buffy the chance that she needed to center herself and pinpoint Spike’s location.
“Come on Tom, this way.” Buffy shouted heading towards the door on the other side of the factory.

Spike heard them enter the factory. He heard the familiar sounds of fighting as well as his nephew’s voice shouting incantations. He also heard the unmistakable sound of his Grand-sires voice. So the overgrown Ponce had decided to adhere to the Sire’s call after all. It was surprising considering he hadn’t gotten a response back after sending out the distress signal. Though he supposed the enormous wanker had to swallow his bloody pride before making the decision to help him.
A deafening sound against the metal door cut into Spike’s musing, and he swallowed, hoping that it was the rescue party. He heard a voice that had him blowing out an unneeded breath in relief. His nephew’s voice whispered an incantation, and suddenly the heavy door swung open revealing his saviors.
“Uncle,” Tom exclaimed running to Spike’s side.
Buffy came into view next, dropping to her knees next to the vampire and Tom, “Are you hurt?”
Spike looked at both before turning away in shame and gritting his teeth, “She broke my spine… Can’t… I can’t feel my legs. It-it’s healing wrong.”
Tom’s eyes widened as he reached for Spike, anger clearly written on the boy’s features. “It’s a good thing you’re related to a wizard then.” Tom said grabbing Spike and hoisting him onto his shoulder. “As soon as we get you out of here I should be able to repair it.”
Buffy nodded at Tom before disappearing out the door to make sure the coast was clear. She stuck her head back in waving them forward. The trek down the darkened corridor was quiet, and as they entered the main room they were surprised to find only two vampires remaining, one of which was Drusilla and the other of course being Angel.
As soon as she caught the other’s scent she whirled around advancing on them. “No,” She snarled. ”You’ll ruin the party and Miss Edith will be very cross.”
Before she could reach them however Angel sent her flying into a wall knocking her unconscious. “Go,” Angel yelled. “The other’s are outside. I’ll be right behind you.”
Buffy and Tom nodded heading for the entrance. As they ran through the door they were greeted by cool air and the faces of the scoobies.
Doyle stepped up then smiling at the couple. “Come on. My place is this way.”

Tom ripped Spike’s shirt down the back surveying the damage. He hissed at the unnatural lump in his back and the angry red marks that had once been an open wound. Tom fell back on his haunches grabbing a book of charms and furiously flipping through the pages trying to find an appropriate spell.
Buffy stepped into the room with a cool wash cloth. She gently placed it on the back of the vampire’s neck as she watched Tom flip through the pages of his book.
“I’m not human, you know.” Spike whispered meeting Buffy’s eyes. “That won’t help.”
She smiled slightly nodding at him, “I know, but I need to feel useful, or I’ll go crazy.”
Spike grinned at her, “Maybe you should let him know too. I’m not sure if he’s aware.”
“I’m quite aware,” Tom said not looking up. “But you shouldn’t have to suffer like this and the quicker I can repair that break the better off I’ll feel about leaving you here for the rest of the evening.”
“Sorry,” Spike said. “I don’t mean to be an inconvenience.”
Tom chuckled looking up and grinning, “You aren’t, but I don’t trust our retched family as far as Willow can throw them, and I will not leave you alone, unless you can protect yourself.”
Spike smiled softly closing his eyes to hide a wave of unexpected tears, “Thank you.”

Giles and Doyle were on their second glass of Scotch. They sat silently at the kitchen table contemplating the events of the night. Xander and Willow had gone home a short while ago realizing there wasn’t much else they could do and Giles for the first time was at a total loss. Everything that had happened in the past two weeks was beginning to take its toll on him.
He looked at Doyle questioningly before finally voicing what had been on his mind most of the night, “What do the Powers want with Spike?”
Doyle looked at the older man a long moment taking a large gulp of single malt, “You know I can’t tell you that.”
Giles nodded, “Yes, but tell me this, should I be concerned with Tom’s or my Slayer’s safety?”
Doyle shrugged looking down at his empty glass, “I don’t know. I just know what could have been, remember.”
Giles frowned quickly refilling both glasses. “And what exactly could have been?”
Doyle sighed, “I don’t think Spike is capable of truly hurting either of them if that’s what you mean.”
Both Giles eyebrows shot up as he looked at the half-demon hard, “What makes you so sure?”
Doyle quickly gulped down his glass before saying, “Because the future I saw had Spike joining your team as well. Under greatly different circumstances of course, but he still fought on your side.”
A scream of agony tore into their conversation and had them both jumping to their feet in seconds.

“Bloody fuck, that hurts!” Spike screamed, vamping uncontrollably.
“I know,” Tom said apologetically. “Just a few more seconds and the bones will be mended completely.”
Spike fangs tore into the pillow as his trembling increased. The agony was near unbearable; he thought he might dust from the pain alone. Then just as if it had never been there at all, suddenly the pain was gone.
He slowly opened his eyes panting heavily and was greeted with the warm sympathetic eyes of the Slayer. His eye’s shifted to the doorway and for the first time he noticed the Watcher standing there. The half-demon Doyle pushed passed the older man handing Spike a bottle of amber liquid. He tried to move his arm but his muscles felt like jelly from the pain that he had been feeling moments ago.
Tom took the bottle instead turning Spike onto his back. He propped him into a sitting position before handing him the bottle. “Can you feel your legs?”
Spike moved his feet nodding and took a large drink of the scotch. He hissed as the liquid fire burned his throat. “That’s the stuff.” He closed his eyes again wiggling his toes. Then he opened them focusing on the people in the room. “Could someone bring me the pack of smokes out of my coat?”
Buffy found the items and tossed them to Tom. He smiled pulling out a cigarette from the pack and placing it in his Uncles mouth. He lit the tip for him and watched as he took a large drag.
“Would you like to try and stand?” Tom asked.
Giles and Doyle quickly left giving the vampire room to move.
Spike nodded blowing out another cloud of smoke, “Yeah.”
Tom put his arm around his waist helping Spike to sit up further as Spike wrapped his arm around Tom’s shoulders. Then slowly they stood together Spike using Tom for support that he wasn’t sure he would need. Once he was standing Tom slowly pulled away letting Spike stand on his own.
Spike smiled and did a couple paces across the room. “Un-bloody-believable,” he muttered.
Tom grinned handing his Uncle a mug of blood. “It’s fresh.”
He looked at Tom strangely but shrugged taking a large sip, and he almost spit the blood all over the room. His eyes shot to Tom’s then Buffy’s in complete bewilderment. He had been expecting pig’s blood, but what he got was the wonderfully rich flavor of Slayer blood mixed with a soothingly powerful taste of wizard blood.
Both Buffy and Tom shared an amused glance before Buffy shrugged stifling a giggle, “Your family, right?”
Spike gulped down the blood in his mouth before it fell open in utter shock.
Buffy and Tom took one look at Spike’s expression and burst out laughing.
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